Testo Secret Police

There is not a distance
No room well hidden
To counter the offense
The cars at night; the breath of the lens

And in the home there sits the water
That I provide for my wife and daughter
So who am I to run through mute terrain As they drag me out and throw soil on my name

And we are rustic and detained
Blackening the mirrors
Estranged from youth, the wind is amplified
Jutting out at the heroes

To sleep
At length with peace
Looking out
For the secret police
And the moon was a spy for them at night to see you with